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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.