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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.