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 Palau and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.