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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.