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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.