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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Organ,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.