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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.