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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Cymande,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.