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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Technova,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.