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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.