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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.