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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.