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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.