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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.