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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.