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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.