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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.