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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.