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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Franke,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.