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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.