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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.