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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Move,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
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Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.