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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.