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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
DNA,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.