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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Lyres,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.