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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.