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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.