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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.