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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.