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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Pylon,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.