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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.