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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.