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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.