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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.