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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.