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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.