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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.

All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sound Behaviour, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Max Romeo, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Move, The Sisters of Mercy, Ultimate Spinach, The Velvet Underground, Jeff Mills, Sonny Sharrock, Accadde A, Babytalk, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Kinks, Massinfluence, Todd Terry, Ronnie Foster, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Red Krayola, The Barracudas, Spandau Ballet, Ash Ra Tempel, Rotary Connection, Fifty Foot Hose, Faust, Ralphi Rosario, T. Rex, Sparks, Franke, Sunsets and Hearts, Bill Wells, The Divine Comedy, The Standells, This Heat, Little Man, The Chocolate Watch Band, Jeru the Damaja, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gichy Dan, Jerry's Kids, LL Cool J, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Public Image Ltd., Simply Red, ABBA, Average White Band, Monks, Depeche Mode, Cabaret Voltaire, Todd Rundgren, Tommy Roe, Index, Symarip, Deakin, Television Personalities, Suicide, Severed Heads, PIL, Fugazi, Colin Newman, Television, Lebanon Hanover, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.

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)