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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.