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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.

All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Newcleus, Joy Division, Audionom, Bobby Womack, Skaos, James Chance & The Contortions, The Cowsills, Gregory Isaacs, Monks, Blossom Toes, R.M.O., Sparks, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Junior Murvin, Organ, The Toasters, A Flock of Seagulls, Tim Buckley, Dark Day, The Cramps, Dennis Brown, Reuben Wilson, Glambeats Corp., Godley & Creme, Toni Rubio, Absolute Body Control, Louis and Bebe Barron, Pylon, Moebius, Erykah Badu, Rites of Spring, The New Christs, Nick Fraelich, Radiopuhelimet, PIL, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, It's A Beautiful Day, the Bar-Kays, The Gories, Rekid, Television, The Doobie Brothers, Robert Görl, Girls At Our Best!, New Age Steppers, The Shadows of Knight, Iggy Pop, Eyeless In Gaza, the Slits, The Pop Group, Pet Shop Boys, Sound Behaviour, Black Flag, Bad Manners, The Durutti Column, Mars, Quando Quango, Fluxion, The Blackbyrds, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.

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)