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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.

All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Offenders, The Monks, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Newcleus, Pulsallama, The Mojo Men, Camberwell Now, Altered Images, Motorama, Gabor Szabo, Erykah Badu, Deakin, Siglo XX, Traffic Nightmare, The Barracudas, Lee Hazlewood, Peter & Gordon, Flash Fearless, Quando Quango, The Real Kids, Absolute Body Control, Terrestrial Tones, Marcia Griffiths, Albert Ayler, The Durutti Column, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Eli Mardock, Pantytec, London Community Gospel Choir, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Big Daddy Kane, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Byron Stingily, Inner City, Slave, Circle Jerks, Supertramp, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Make Up, Wasted Youth, Radio Birdman, Sexual Harrassment, Ohio Players, Mission of Burma, The Motions, Spandau Ballet, ABBA, Freddie Wadling, Simply Red, Jacques Brel, Oneida, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott Heron, New York Dolls, Nick Fraelich, The Royal Family And The Poor, Quantec, Fear, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.

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)