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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.