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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.