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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Deakin,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.