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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.