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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.