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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.