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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.