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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.