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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Litter,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.