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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Offenders to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.