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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.