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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crime to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Skarface,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.