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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.