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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.