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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
DNA,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.