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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.