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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.