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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.