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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.