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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.