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 States and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.

All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Franke, The Durutti Column, Rakim, Unwound, Sarah Menescal, Bobby Sherman, Sonny Sharrock, Quando Quango, Depeche Mode, Lou Christie, The Walker Brothers, Roy Ayers, Grey Daturas, The Cure, Cameo, Popol Vuh, Kas Product, Iggy Pop, Piero Umiliani, Davy DMX, Sandy B, Ajijia Myrayebe, Lakeside, The Chocolate Watch Band, Joey Negro, Jandek, The Barracudas, Babytalk, Stockholm Monsters, The Blackbyrds, Roxy Music, Eddi Front, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Funkadelic, Bobbi Humphrey, Tim Buckley, Lower 48, Louis and Bebe Barron, Yazoo, The Kinks, Funky Four + One, Jerry's Kids, Todd Rundgren, David McCallum, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, La Düsseldorf, Suburban Knight, Niagra, Peter & Gordon, Joe Smooth, Magazine, The Offenders, Warren Ellis, the Soft Cell, Fela Kuti, The Neon Judgement, Mission of Burma, Toni Rubio, Derrick Morgan, Masters at Work, Agent Orange, Juan Atkins, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.

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)