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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.