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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Busters,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.