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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.