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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

L. Decosne, Blake Baxter, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Big Daddy Kane, The Skatalites, Joey Negro, Gregory Isaacs, Neil Young, Jawbox, the Human League, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Eurythmics, Donny Hathaway, Kas Product, Gil Scott Heron, Michelle Simonal, Altered Images, Tears for Fears, The Blackbyrds, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Theoretical Girls, Urselle, La Düsseldorf, Brand Nubian, Echo & the Bunnymen, Interpol, Popol Vuh, Nick Fraelich, Be Bop Deluxe, Lonnie Liston Smith, Derrick May, Sugar Minott, Flipper, Sun City Girls, Nas, Bill Near, Tommy Roe, Y Pants, Franke, DJ Style, Black Sheep, New York Dolls, The Gun Club, The Cure, Eddi Front, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Ultimate Spinach, Kaleidoscope, Bobby Womack, Gerry Rafferty, Ralphi Rosario, Rufus Thomas, Ash Ra Tempel, Lightning Bolt, Drive Like Jehu, Deadbeat, The Misunderstood, Spoonie Gee, Silicon Teens, Delon & Dalcan, Severed Heads, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.

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)