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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.