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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.