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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.