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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.