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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Monolake,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.