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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.

All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Gang Gang Dance, The Busters, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Tremeloes, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Smoke, Hardrive, Harmonia, The Blues Magoos, Silicon Teens, Main Source, Cal Tjader, John Holt, Stetsasonic, The Real Kids, Television, Schoolly D, Anthony Braxton, Ultravox, Janne Schatter, Gong, Sister Nancy, Bobby Hutcherson, Absolute Body Control, Hashim, Echospace, Jacob Miller, DeepChord presents Echospace, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Happenings, Amazonics, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, X-101, Roxy Music, Fugazi, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Knickerbockers, The Slackers, Gang of Four, Black Bananas, The Grass Roots, Barclay James Harvest, Brass Construction, Nas, Rosa Yemen, the Swans, Average White Band, Glambeats Corp., Traffic Nightmare, The Associates, Loose Ends, Alison Limerick, Sixth Finger, Faust, Tears for Fears, Lower 48, Kayak, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Pole, Royal Trux, John Coltrane, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.

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)