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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.