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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.