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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.