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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.