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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.