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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.