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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.