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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.