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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Ituana,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.