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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.