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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.