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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.

All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

John Foxx, The Angels of Light, Prince Buster, Theoretical Girls, Jeff Mills, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Gong, Bad Manners, Anakelly, The Cowsills, Au Pairs, La Düsseldorf, Das Ding, Sunsets and Hearts, Glambeats Corp., Sonic Youth, Dorothy Ashby, Frankie Knuckles, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Toasters, Mary Jane Girls, Icehouse, Hot Snakes, Isaac Hayes, Fort Wilson Riot, Organ, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Lyres, Todd Terry, Gil Scott Heron, Livin' Joy, the Normal, Beasts of Bourbon, Mo-Dettes, The Seeds, Eddi Front, The Doobie Brothers, Robert Wyatt, In Retrospect, Minnie Riperton, The Moleskins, Eurythmics, The Zeros, Q and Not U, Blancmange, Scratch Acid, Magma, Traffic Nightmare, Stockholm Monsters, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Byron Stingily, Nico, FM Einheit, Soulsonic Force, Rhythm & Sound, Swell Maps, AZ, The Standells, Black Sheep, Babytalk, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.

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)