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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.