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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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Lakeside,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.