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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.

All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visage, kango's stein massive, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, KRS-One, The Walker Brothers, Liaisons Dangereuses, Black Bananas, Lindisfarne, The Kinks, Tom Boy, Juan Atkins, Harry Pussy, Lou Reed & John Cale, Letta Mbulu, Goldenarms, Toni Rubio, DJ Style, A Certain Ratio, Wire, Grauzone, The Electric Prunes, Morten Harket, Crooked Eye, Urselle, Young Marble Giants, Banda Bassotti, Jerry's Kids, Ralphi Rosario, Robert Hood, Cybotron, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Chris & Cosey, Bush Tetras, Matthew Bourne, Camberwell Now, DJ Sneak, David Bowie, Pussy Galore, Tim Buckley, Lonnie Liston Smith, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Darondo, F. McDonald, Roger Hodgson, Von Mondo, The Index, Kurtis Blow, Excepter, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, the Association, Donny Hathaway, Crime, D'Angelo, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Nico, Crash Course in Science, Inner City, 48th St. Collective, Black Sheep, Can, Can, Can, Can.

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)