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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.