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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.