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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.