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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.