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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.

All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Average White Band, Whodini, Eve St. Jones, Ash Ra Tempel, Isaac Hayes, Vainqueur, Marshall Jefferson, Little Man, Boogie Down Productions, Joensuu 1685, Jerry's Kids, Sonny Sharrock, Reuben Wilson, Susan Cadogan, The Zeros, Pharoah Sanders, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, World's Most, Ten City, Graham Central Station, Black Bananas, Silicon Teens, Soft Cell, the Sonics, Bill Near, The Doors, A Certain Ratio, the Human League, Lower 48, Panda Bear, Nico, Warren Ellis, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Excepter, Curtis Mayfield, Schoolly D, Second Layer, Sam Rivers, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Dead C, Ponytail, Stockholm Monsters, Cybotron, Fort Wilson Riot, Faust, Zero Boys, Pere Ubu, Michelle Simonal, Arthur Verocai, The Remains, Easy Going, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Dave Gahan, Skarface, The Moody Blues, Bill Wells, Joyce Sims, FM Einheit, The Shadows of Knight, Japan, Man Eating Sloth, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.

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)