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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.