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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.