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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.