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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.