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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Scion,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.