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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.