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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.