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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Mars,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.