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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.