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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.