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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.