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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.