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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
UT,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.