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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.

All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hot Snakes, Popol Vuh, The Blackbyrds, Scan 7, Ossler, Barbara Tucker, Black Moon, Alphaville, L. Decosne, Isaac Hayes, Negative Approach, Monks, Vladislav Delay, The Grass Roots, Eric Copeland, Brothers Johnson, Unrelated Segments, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Shadows of Knight, The Sonics, Davy DMX, Lebanon Hanover, Derrick May, Roy Ayers, The Remains, The Blues Magoos, Kenny Larkin, Amon Düül II, Beasts of Bourbon, Tropical Tobacco, Gastr Del Sol, The Happenings, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Cameo, Danielle Patucci, Stereo Dub, Anthony Braxton, Country Joe & The Fish, The Techniques, Excepter, David McCallum, Flamin' Groovies, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Second Layer, The Flesh Eaters, Dark Day, Blake Baxter, Jesper Dahlback, The Motions, the Sonics, Gian Franco Pienzio, Bizarre Inc., Neu!, Japan, X-102, Nils Olav, Panda Bear, Skarface, Accadde A, Bad Manners, Chris & Cosey, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)