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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.