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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.