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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.