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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.