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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.