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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.