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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.