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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.