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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
X-101,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.