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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.