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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.