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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.