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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Wings,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.