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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.