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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.