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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Nas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.