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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.