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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.