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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.