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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.