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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.