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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.

All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alice Coltrane, The Neon Judgement, Icehouse, Bush Tetras, Scan 7, The Seeds, Todd Terry, Sound Behaviour, UT, Prince Buster, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Animal Collective, Desert Stars, The Leaves, Laurel Aitken, Wings, R.M.O., Sun Ra Arkestra, Kevin Saunderson, Archie Shepp, Camouflage, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Tremeloes, The Modern Lovers, David Axelrod, The Cramps, Wally Richardson, June of 44, Black Flag, Hardrive, Roger Hodgson, Peter & Gordon, The Toasters, Neu!, Scott Walker, Smog, Mark Hollis, Stiv Bators, Model 500, Section 25, Johnny Clarke, Masters at Work, Harry Pussy, Fad Gadget, Zero Boys, Robert Görl, Sight & Sound, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Jesper Dahlbäck, John Coltrane, Faraquet, The Dirtbombs, Eric B and Rakim, The New Christs, The Monks, Ronan, Con Funk Shun, Arthur Verocai, Interpol, Oneida, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.

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)