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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.