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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.

All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Surgeon, Lou Reed, Lou Reed & Metallica, Deepchord, Quando Quango, Interpol, Bush Tetras, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Robert Görl, Ice-T, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Fortunes, Negative Approach, Eve St. Jones, Niagra, Gang Gang Dance, The Doobie Brothers, Lakeside, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The New Christs, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Sister Nancy, Babytalk, Bill Near, Lalann, The Sisters of Mercy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Gang of Four, The Residents, Grauzone, Whodini, Jesper Dahlback, ABC, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Minor Threat, Gerry Rafferty, DeepChord presents Echospace, Patti Smith, Gichy Dan, Trumans Water, Scion, Crispy Ambulance, The Real Kids, the Soft Cell, Erykah Badu, Glambeats Corp., Lindisfarne, Brass Construction, Todd Rundgren, The Litter, Nick Fraelich, These Immortal Souls, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Mary Jane Girls, H. Thieme, Eli Mardock, Circle Jerks, Franke, Dawn Penn, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.

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)