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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Smog,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Index,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.