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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.

All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Quantec, D'Angelo, Basic Channel, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Doors, Jacob Miller, Flash Fearless, Goldenarms, kango's stein massive, Sight & Sound, Popol Vuh, Marvin Gaye, Crispian St. Peters, Don Cherry, Sandy B, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Judy Mowatt, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Crispy Ambulance, Rufus Thomas, Ponytail, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Bootsy Collins, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Piero Umiliani, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Depeche Mode, Pulsallama, Marc Almond, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Alphaville, Wasted Youth, Girls At Our Best!, Johnny Osbourne, Donald Byrd, Parry Music, Bizarre Inc., Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Index, Fifty Foot Hose, Charles Mingus, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Smoke, Fatback Band, Kurtis Blow, Rakim, Althea and Donna, Sam Rivers, Barry Ungar, Sex Pistols, the Sonics, Anakelly, Joe Finger, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Kool Moe Dee, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Angels of Light, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ash Ra Tempel, Rekid, Slick Rick, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.

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)