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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.