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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.