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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.