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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.