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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.