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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.