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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.