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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cameo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.