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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.

All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Green, The Birthday Party, Bobbi Humphrey, The J.B.'s, The Skatalites, Black Sheep, Albert Ayler, Flash Fearless, Marc Almond, The Kinks, Bauhaus, Icehouse, Deadbeat, DJ Sneak, Babytalk, The Five Americans, Slave, Pharoah Sanders, Barrington Levy, Wire, Yellowson, Amazonics, Stetsasonic, The Pretty Things, Intrusion, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Minny Pops, The Gun Club, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Last Poets, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Oblivians, Zero Boys, DeepChord presents Echospace, Fluxion, Patti Smith, Main Source, Joe Finger, Judy Mowatt, Skaos, Scrapy, R.M.O., The Sisters of Mercy, Los Fastidios, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Jesper Dahlback, Unwound, Joe Smooth, Parry Music, Vladislav Delay, Pierre Henry, Cal Tjader, David Bowie, The Divine Comedy, Brass Construction, Wolf Eyes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Siglo XX, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Fort Wilson Riot, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.

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)