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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.