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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.

All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?

Jeff Lynne, Easy Going, Jimmy McGriff, Boz Scaggs, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Public Image Ltd., The Durutti Column, Dorothy Ashby, June Days, Howard Jones, The Wake, Rosa Yemen, Frankie Knuckles, Tom Boy, The Angels of Light, Lou Christie, Kerri Chandler, Lou Reed & Metallica, Icehouse, Dennis Brown, New York Dolls, Shoche, The Shadows of Knight, Y Pants, Kevin Saunderson, Marshall Jefferson, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Yusef Lateef, Judy Mowatt, The Barracudas, Godley & Creme, The Monochrome Set, Don Cherry, Jesper Dahlbäck, 48th St. Collective, Todd Rundgren, Mr. Review, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Brass Construction, Kool Moe Dee, Nick Fraelich, Pylon, Eurythmics, Minnie Riperton, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Buzzcocks, Half Japanese, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Avey Tare, Niagra, Yazoo, Soulsonic Force, Alton Ellis, Au Pairs, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, DJ Sneak, The Music Machine, Qualms, Grey Daturas, Blancmange, Black Pus, Andrew Hill, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.

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)