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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.