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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.

All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Khruangbin, The Divine Comedy, Altered Images, D'Angelo, Scrapy, Alice Coltrane, Judy Mowatt, Neu!, Boogie Down Productions, Accadde A, Danielle Patucci, Tubeway Army, Angry Samoans, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Negative Approach, David Bowie, Sun City Girls, Spoonie Gee, X-Ray Spex, Wings, Morten Harket, Erykah Badu, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Music Machine, Marine Girls, Make Up, Dead Boys, F. McDonald, Can, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, L. Decosne, The Dirtbombs, The Toasters, Con Funk Shun, Donny Hathaway, the Germs, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Monochrome Set, Robert Hood, Darondo, Patti Smith, K-Klass, Qualms, Steve Hackett, Dawn Penn, Loose Ends, Kevin Saunderson, The Fire Engines, X-102, MDC, Gastr Del Sol, Rhythm & Sound, the Fania All-Stars, The Dead C, Dave Gahan, Von Mondo, The Pretty Things, Gang Green, Aaron Thompson, Godley & Creme, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.

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)