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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.