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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.