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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.