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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.