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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.