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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.