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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.