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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
CMW,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.