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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.