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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.