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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.