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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Index,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.