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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.