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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.