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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Derrick May,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.