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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.