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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.