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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.