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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.