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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.