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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.