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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.