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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.