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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.