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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.