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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.