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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Smog,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.