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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Television,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.