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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.