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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.