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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.