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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.