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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.