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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.