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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.