Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Derrick Morgan, Nation of Ulysses, DeepChord presents Echospace, Infiniti, The Motions, Pharoah Sanders, One Last Wish, The Moleskins, Youth Brigade, Pere Ubu, Bill Wells, Main Source, the Sonics, Man Parrish, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sonic Youth, Model 500, Lungfish, Reuben Wilson, Yazoo, Warsaw, Lalann, Steve Hackett, Organ, Rufus Thomas, Symarip, Max Romeo, Sister Nancy, Chris & Cosey, B.T. Express, Traffic Nightmare, The Dirtbombs, Motorama, Zapp, Brothers Johnson, Ice-T, Pylon, Carl Craig, The Remains, Babytalk, Avey Tare, Sun Ra Arkestra, Scientists, Funkadelic, the Slits, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, World's Most, Scan 7, Johnny Clarke, Dark Day, Dual Sessions, The Selecter, The Trojans, Hoover, Rites of Spring, Supertramp, the Fania All-Stars, Leonard Cohen, Isaac Hayes, The Gap Band, Aural Exciters, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)