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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.