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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.