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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.