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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Gong,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.