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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.

All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Surgeon, The Names, Popol Vuh, Rotary Connection, Nils Olav, The Beau Brummels, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Laurel Aitken, Section 25, Bizarre Inc., Unrelated Segments, Thee Headcoats, K-Klass, Kool Moe Dee, Con Funk Shun, Hashim, Ultravox, Matthew Halsall, Tears for Fears, Animal Collective, The Gladiators, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Toasters, Babytalk, The Motions, Tres Demented, The Vogues, The Gun Club, Country Teasers, Blancmange, Jesper Dahlbäck, Lightning Bolt, Bobby Byrd, Sight & Sound, Index, X-102, The American Breed, Talk Talk, Marcia Griffiths, Eyeless In Gaza, Rhythm & Sound, Ajijia Myrayebe, Cabaret Voltaire, Fluxion, B.T. Express, Main Source, Crash Course in Science, The Evens, Frankie Knuckles, Essential Logic, Grauzone, Delon & Dalcan, MC5, John Holt, Leonard Cohen, Joe Finger, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barrington Levy, Banda Bassotti, Japan, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Marc Almond, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.

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)