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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.