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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.