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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.

All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Absolute Body Control, The Neon Judgement, Main Source, Carl Craig, Donny Hathaway, Alton Ellis, Neu!, Tres Demented, The Misunderstood, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Peter and Kerry, Cal Tjader, Frankie Knuckles, Nik Kershaw, Accadde A, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Joey Negro, Warren Ellis, the Soft Cell, Pantaleimon, MDC, Black Flag, Porter Ricks, Sun Ra Arkestra, L. Decosne, Davy DMX, Ohio Players, Eddi Front, Nas, Marmalade, cv313, Larry & the Blue Notes, Ultramagnetic MC's, Spoonie Gee, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Gories, Barbara Tucker, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ornette Coleman, Desert Stars, Althea and Donna, Pantytec, Los Fastidios, The Move, Scratch Acid, Susan Cadogan, Sonic Youth, Cymande, Smog, the Bar-Kays, Jimmy McGriff, Radiohead, Avey Tare, Mantronix, Tim Buckley, Joe Finger, Underground Resistance, Peter & Gordon, Swell Maps, Rotary Connection, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.

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)