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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.