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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
a-ha,
EPMD,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.