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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.