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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.