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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.