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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.