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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Doors,
Television,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.