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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.