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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.