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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.