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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.