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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.