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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.