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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.