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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.