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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.