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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.

All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Count Five, Kaleidoscope, The Fire Engines, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Yazoo, Marine Girls, LL Cool J, It's A Beautiful Day, Scion, Pylon, Can, Monolake, Brick, Gang of Four, Tropical Tobacco, Sight & Sound, Niagra, Thee Headcoats, The Mojo Men, Young Marble Giants, The Stooges, X-102, Masters at Work, Joe Smooth, E-Dancer, MDC, Gil Scott Heron, Metal Thangz, Joyce Sims, John Coltrane, Babytalk, the Normal, Danielle Patucci, Liaisons Dangereuses, Quando Quango, Althea and Donna, The Cure, Sällskapet, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Television Personalities, The Barracudas, 8 Eyed Spy, The Walker Brothers, The Gories, The Grass Roots, Traffic Nightmare, Jesper Dahlbäck, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Deakin, The Detroit Cobras, Joy Division, Boz Scaggs, DJ Style, Dead Boys, Shuggie Otis, The Cosmic Jokers, Fela Kuti, Black Bananas, Blake Baxter, Ornette Coleman, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.

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)