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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.