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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.