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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.