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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.