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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.