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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.