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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.