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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.