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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.