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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.