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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Darondo,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.