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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.