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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.