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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bar-Kays 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.

All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Nas, Crash Course in Science, Faust, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Joe Finger, Smog, Tubeway Army, Nick Fraelich, Kerri Chandler, Judy Mowatt, Country Teasers, The Gap Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Rod Modell, Barrington Levy, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Dead Boys, Dave Gahan, Bootsy Collins, The Slackers, The Invisible, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Matthew Bourne, Television Personalities, Minutemen, Ronnie Foster, Jeff Mills, Chrome, The Sisters of Mercy, Oneida, Livin' Joy, Make Up, The Sonics, John Coltrane, The Mummies, Skaos, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Idris Muhammad, Pole, Lebanon Hanover, The Fortunes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Scott Walker, Sarah Menescal, Charles Mingus, Unrelated Segments, Delon & Dalcan, Sad Lovers and Giants, Janne Schatter, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Alphaville, Fela Kuti, Interpol, The Shadows of Knight, Unwound, Jacques Brel, Gian Franco Pienzio, Essential Logic, June Days, The Golliwogs, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.

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)