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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.