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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Ossler,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.