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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.