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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.