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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.