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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.