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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Deakin,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.