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 Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.

All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gian Franco Pienzio, Alice Coltrane, Hoover, the Germs, Tres Demented, Al Stewart, The Mummies, Ice-T, Second Layer, Moby Grape, Depeche Mode, 48th St. Collective, Echo & the Bunnymen, Boredoms, Flamin' Groovies, Cecil Taylor, Sex Pistols, Gerry Rafferty, Smog, Peter & Gordon, Mandrill, John Foxx, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, John Coltrane, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Cosmic Jokers, Mantronix, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sister Nancy, Chrome, The Birthday Party, The Mighty Diamonds, X-Ray Spex, Outsiders, Mars, Black Flag, Throbbing Gristle, Pharoah Sanders, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Johnny Osbourne, Ossler, Fear, Tommy Roe, Crooked Eye, Desert Stars, Morten Harket, Lonnie Liston Smith, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Count Five, Bobby Byrd, Harry Pussy, Jacques Brel, This Heat, Ultramagnetic MC's, H. Thieme, Yaz, Rod Modell, a-ha, Graham Central Station, Accadde A, Gregory Isaacs, Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.

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)