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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
UT,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.