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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
AZ,
Moebius,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.