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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Pole,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.