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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.