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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.