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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.