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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.