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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Index,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.