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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.