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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.