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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.