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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.