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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kenny Larkin, Half Japanese, Depeche Mode, Gong, Roger Hodgson, Derrick Morgan, Bobby Sherman, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Radiopuhelimet, Piero Umiliani, Big Daddy Kane, Lou Reed & Metallica, Throbbing Gristle, The Misunderstood, Supertramp, 48th St. Collective, Monks, Nico, Kayak, Spoonie Gee, Wally Richardson, Cheater Slicks, OOIOO, Dark Day, The Barracudas, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Excepter, Larry & the Blue Notes, Ronan, Arab on Radar, The Stooges, The Mummies, Eve St. Jones, Trumans Water, Nick Fraelich, Unrelated Segments, Lou Christie, Glenn Branca, Kool Moe Dee, Reuben Wilson, Gang Starr, Organ, Mars, Whodini, John Coltrane, The Fall, The Velvet Underground, Bobby Byrd, Zapp, The Motions, Black Pus, Dawn Penn, Janne Schatter, Liaisons Dangereuses, Procol Harum, PIL, Fatback Band, Marine Girls, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, In Retrospect, Shuggie Otis, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.

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)