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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.