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 Guyana and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.