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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.