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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.

All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Human League, David Bowie, The Count Five, Quadrant, Oppenheimer Analysis, Alton Ellis, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Sällskapet, Boredoms, The Star Department, Drive Like Jehu, Schoolly D, Maleditus Sound, Arcadia, Johnny Osbourne, Sonic Youth, Junior Murvin, Selector Dub Narcotic, Oneida, The Grass Roots, Cheater Slicks, Toni Rubio, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bobby Sherman, Black Sheep, Nirvana, The Cramps, Marmalade, The New Christs, World's Most, Parry Music, Amon Düül, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, D'Angelo, Kaleidoscope, Howard Jones, Eli Mardock, Aural Exciters, The Skatalites, Mo-Dettes, Soulsonic Force, Funkadelic, Silicon Teens, Oblivians, Popol Vuh, The J.B.'s, Marvin Gaye, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Slits, James Chance & The Contortions, Danielle Patucci, The Golliwogs, Basic Channel, Ronnie Foster, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Fluxion, Lyres, X-Ray Spex, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.

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)