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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.