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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.