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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ 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 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.