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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.