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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.