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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.