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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.