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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.