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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.