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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.