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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Scion,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.