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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.