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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.