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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Fugazi 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.