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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.