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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.