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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Mummies,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.