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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.