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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.