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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.