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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Main Source,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.