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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.