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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.