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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.