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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.

All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nas, OOIOO, China Crisis, Fad Gadget, Bill Wells, Japan, Desert Stars, Vainqueur, Can, Fela Kuti, Al Stewart, Kurtis Blow, Das Ding, Urselle, Sunsets and Hearts, Blake Baxter, Metal Thangz, Porter Ricks, Davy DMX, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Black Bananas, Negative Approach, Lyres, Freddie Wadling, David Bowie, a-ha, Scrapy, Joyce Sims, Television, Hot Snakes, Arthur Verocai, Los Fastidios, Louis and Bebe Barron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nik Kershaw, Delta 5, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Victims, Curtis Mayfield, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Main Source, Kas Product, Gang Green, Anakelly, Dark Day, Archie Shepp, Aaron Thompson, The Gun Club, The Wake, Ash Ra Tempel, Suicide, Pierre Henry, Eric Dolphy, Ken Boothe, La Düsseldorf, Faraquet, Cameo, Surgeon, Sällskapet, The Misunderstood, Gang of Four, Dave Gahan, Nils Olav, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.

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)