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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.