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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.