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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.

All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

John Holt, Brand Nubian, Terrestrial Tones, Youth Brigade, Eurythmics, Nick Fraelich, Dave Gahan, Sun Ra, Kango’s Stein Massive, Zapp, DNA, Lee Hazlewood, The Moleskins, The Velvet Underground, Mary Jane Girls, Inner City, Max Romeo, Cameo, The Monochrome Set, Scrapy, Masters at Work, Rakim, Camouflage, Minnie Riperton, kango's stein massive, Man Eating Sloth, Gerry Rafferty, The Jesus and Mary Chain, In Retrospect, Grauzone, Lou Reed, Bobbi Humphrey, Silicon Teens, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Jawbox, Ken Boothe, The Remains, This Heat, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Jimmy McGriff, China Crisis, Babytalk, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Mantronix, Ralphi Rosario, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joensuu 1685, Interpol, Scientists, Los Fastidios, The Smiths, Anakelly, Jandek, The Fugs, Ornette Coleman, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, K-Klass, Adolescents, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.

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)