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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sam Rivers, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Adolescents, Desert Stars, Sonny Sharrock, Organ, Drexciya, Curtis Mayfield, Hasil Adkins, Traffic Nightmare, Das Ding, ABC, Gian Franco Pienzio, New York Dolls, Lucky Dragons, Sällskapet, The Fugs, Lou Reed & John Cale, Loose Ends, Ten City, Au Pairs, The Detroit Cobras, Marcia Griffiths, The Divine Comedy, Bobby Hutcherson, Zero Boys, Ossler, Tropical Tobacco, Mary Jane Girls, Robert Hood, World's Most, Cameo, Delon & Dalcan, Cymande, Arcadia, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Cure, Barclay James Harvest, Man Parrish, Niagra, X-102, Mantronix, In Retrospect, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Sonics, Quando Quango, Andrew Hill, Kurtis Blow, Soul II Soul, Ice-T, Mad Mike, New Order, T. Rex, Cheater Slicks, a-ha, Dual Sessions, Minor Threat, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Gang Gang Dance, Accadde A, David Axelrod, Basic Channel, Dennis Brown, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.

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)