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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.