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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.