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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.