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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.