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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.