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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Scion to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.