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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.