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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.