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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.