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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.

All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marshall Jefferson, Gichy Dan, The New Christs, Outsiders, Tom Boy, Mission of Burma, The Doors, Lonnie Liston Smith, Slave, Arcadia, Tomorrow, T.S.O.L., Terrestrial Tones, The Smoke, Bill Near, Johnny Clarke, Big Daddy Kane, The Happenings, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Leaves, Andrew Hill, The J.B.'s, The Offenders, Albert Ayler, 10cc, Jerry Gold Smith, Suburban Knight, Rufus Thomas, Joensuu 1685, Aaron Thompson, Quando Quango, E-Dancer, Amon Düül, Black Flag, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Pop Group, Scrapy, The Barracudas, Lyres, KRS-One, The Neon Judgement, Dark Day, Dawn Penn, Stockholm Monsters, Pharoah Sanders, Amon Düül II, Chris Corsano, Byron Stingily, The American Breed, Dennis Brown, Adolescents, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Con Funk Shun, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Soft Machine, Mars, Visage, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Buckinghams, Jandek, Ohio Players, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.

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)