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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.