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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
the Association,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.