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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.