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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.