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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.