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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.