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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.