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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.