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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.