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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.