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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.