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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.