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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.