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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.