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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
CMW,
Television,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.