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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.