Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.