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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
JFA,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.