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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.