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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rekid,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.