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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Remains,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Neu!,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.