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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.