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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.