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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Monks,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.