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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.