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 China and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.

All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Brass Construction, the Germs, Deadbeat, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Gang Gang Dance, Quando Quango, Eric Copeland, Drexciya, The Evens, June Days, Dave Gahan, Guru Guru, Anthony Braxton, Smog, Howard Jones, Pet Shop Boys, Bill Wells, Negative Approach, Isaac Hayes, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Derrick May, Nick Fraelich, One Last Wish, EPMD, Rapeman, Yusef Lateef, Rufus Thomas, Lonnie Liston Smith, Graham Central Station, The Red Krayola, Ten City, Lindisfarne, AZ, Gerry Rafferty, D'Angelo, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Sister Nancy, Make Up, Grey Daturas, Skarface, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, June of 44, The Birthday Party, John Lydon, JFA, T.S.O.L., Lou Reed, Rotary Connection, Fifty Foot Hose, Tubeway Army, Mr. Review, In Retrospect, the Swans, Lightning Bolt, the Association, Y Pants, Surgeon, Letta Mbulu, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, KRS-One, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.

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)