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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.