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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Faust,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.