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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.