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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.