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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.