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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.