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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.