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 Suriname and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Magma,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.