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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.