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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.