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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.