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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.