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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.