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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.