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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Index,
Wings,
Inner City,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.