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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.