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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Slave,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.