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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.