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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.