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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.