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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.