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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.