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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.