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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Nico,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.