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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.