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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.