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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.