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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.