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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.