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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.