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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.