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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.