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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.

All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Parry Music, James Chance & The Contortions, Pole, Dorothy Ashby, Scientists, Au Pairs, Unwound, Delta 5, Roxette, Livin' Joy, Kaleidoscope, Lou Christie, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Ultravox, The Tremeloes, Little Man, The Moody Blues, The Beau Brummels, The Invisible, Gong, Ten City, Theoretical Girls, Iggy Pop, Inner City, Lightning Bolt, June of 44, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Seeds, OOIOO, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Buckinghams, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Moleskins, the Sonics, Clear Light, PIL, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Glenn Branca, Audionom, Eddi Front, Al Stewart, LL Cool J, Technova, Aswad, kango's stein massive, The Count Five, David Axelrod, Donny Hathaway, Accadde A, Davy DMX, Oppenheimer Analysis, 10cc, E-Dancer, The Last Poets, Brothers Johnson, Terry Callier, Ornette Coleman, Soul II Soul, Camouflage, Young Marble Giants, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.

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)