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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.