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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.

All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kevin Saunderson, Ohio Players, Fela Kuti, The Standells, Ultravox, Eyeless In Gaza, Pagans, The Gun Club, Skaos, The Cowsills, Wire, Soft Machine, Black Sheep, L. Decosne, Bang On A Can, Sexual Harrassment, Godley & Creme, Pantytec, Lalann, Siglo XX, Zapp, Sound Behaviour, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Fear, Kango’s Stein Massive, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Ronan, Zero Boys, KRS-One, AZ, Flipper, John Cale, Rakim, Colin Newman, Alton Ellis, Glenn Branca, Patti Smith, Crispy Ambulance, Tres Demented, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Harpers Bizarre, Marmalade, Blossom Toes, Audionom, Marine Girls, Cal Tjader, Girls At Our Best!, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Moleskins, Fugazi, Skriet, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The American Breed, Nas, Mission of Burma, FM Einheit, Technova, Freddie Wadling, Connie Case, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.

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)