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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.