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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.