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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.