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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.