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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.