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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.