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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minutemen, Echospace, Fluxion, Blossom Toes, Jeff Lynne, Crime, Charles Mingus, Crispy Ambulance, B.T. Express, Barbara Tucker, Ultravox, Procol Harum, Harry Pussy, Amon Düül, Groovy Waters, Shoche, Parry Music, Smog, Ash Ra Tempel, Lebanon Hanover, Nas, Joey Negro, OOIOO, Robert Görl, Bobby Hutcherson, Lungfish, The Dave Clark Five, the Human League, Kevin Saunderson, Sexual Harrassment, Davy DMX, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Kerri Chandler, EPMD, New York Dolls, Index, Masters at Work, JFA, Rotary Connection, World's Most, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Massinfluence, Moby Grape, Larry & the Blue Notes, Thompson Twins, Essential Logic, Suburban Knight, L. Decosne, LL Cool J, Gastr Del Sol, Negative Approach, Accadde A, Soft Cell, Eli Mardock, Sandy B, Wasted Youth, The Offenders, Anakelly, Pantytec, Trumans Water, Black Flag, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.

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)