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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.