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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.