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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.