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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.

All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Darondo, The Fugs, Cameo, Stetsasonic, Joensuu 1685, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Donny Hathaway, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Brothers Johnson, Hashim, kango's stein massive, Jesper Dahlbäck, Piero Umiliani, Juan Atkins, Radio Birdman, Rosa Yemen, Suburban Knight, The Dave Clark Five, Pylon, Reagan Youth, Faraquet, the Normal, MC5, The Standells, Johnny Osbourne, Newcleus, Barry Ungar, Lakeside, Pagans, The Modern Lovers, Roger Hodgson, The Detroit Cobras, Joyce Sims, Sonny Sharrock, Chris Corsano, The Invisible, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Doobie Brothers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Ultramagnetic MC's, Young Marble Giants, Q65, Maleditus Sound, Tomorrow, Flipper, The Young Rascals, Idris Muhammad, Oblivians, Matthew Halsall, Ultravox, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, the Sonics, Black Sheep, Gian Franco Pienzio, David Axelrod, Ultra Naté, Jandek, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.

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)