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 China and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.