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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.