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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Magma,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.