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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.