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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.