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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.