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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.