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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Ronan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.