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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fear,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.