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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.