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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.