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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.

All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pet Shop Boys, Funky Four + One, The Cowsills, Dorothy Ashby, Livin' Joy, Rotary Connection, Godley & Creme, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Essential Logic, Rakim, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Fugs, Infiniti, Boz Scaggs, Symarip, Blake Baxter, Youth Brigade, Little Man, Drive Like Jehu, Harpers Bizarre, Loose Ends, Ornette Coleman, Neu!, Agent Orange, Charles Mingus, Vladislav Delay, Organ, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Grandmaster Flash, Delta 5, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Kerri Chandler, Jesper Dahlback, Zero Boys, Fela Kuti, Yellowson, Fort Wilson Riot, The Walker Brothers, Man Eating Sloth, These Immortal Souls, Moss Icon, One Last Wish, The Index, Alton Ellis, U.S. Maple, Fluxion, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Gap Band, Bob Dylan, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Rufus Thomas, Ultra Naté, the Bar-Kays, James White and The Blacks, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Cymande, The Count Five, The Human League, This Heat, Kerrie Biddell, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.

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)