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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.