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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Anakelly,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.