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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?

Peter & Gordon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Stetsasonic, Bang On A Can, The Blues Magoos, Byron Stingily, Kenny Larkin, One Last Wish, Henry Cow, Eurythmics, Sunsets and Hearts, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Pop Group, Godley & Creme, Amon Düül, Clear Light, Selector Dub Narcotic, Average White Band, Eddi Front, New York Dolls, Shuggie Otis, Morten Harket, Infiniti, The Dave Clark Five, Wasted Youth, MC5, Nirvana, Pagans, Vainqueur, These Immortal Souls, Sly & The Family Stone, Hashim, Bronski Beat, Tomorrow, L. Decosne, The Pretty Things, Bobby Womack, The Cosmic Jokers, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Swell Maps, Hoover, Mantronix, Jacques Brel, The Divine Comedy, Moss Icon, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Marine Girls, Terrestrial Tones, James Chance & The Contortions, Robert Wyatt, the Bar-Kays, The Slits, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gastr Del Sol, Scan 7, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Modern Lovers, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Skriet, Suburban Knight, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.

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)