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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.