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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.

All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

EPMD, The Gladiators, Lalo Schifrin, Fatback Band, Shoche, Monks, Danielle Patucci, Sound Behaviour, Public Enemy, Make Up, Crime, Ituana, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Eurythmics, Essential Logic, kango's stein massive, Spoonie Gee, The Flesh Eaters, Yazoo, The Index, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Steve Hackett, Tom Boy, FM Einheit, Marshall Jefferson, The Gories, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Theoretical Girls, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Fela Kuti, Half Japanese, Easy Going, Dawn Penn, The Buckinghams, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Standells, Josef K, Country Teasers, Alison Limerick, Joensuu 1685, Terrestrial Tones, Young Marble Giants, The Moody Blues, Cheater Slicks, The Five Americans, Rod Modell, Maurizio, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Barclay James Harvest, The Evens, Hardrive, The Vogues, Yaz, Junior Murvin, The Victims, Smog, Bootsy Collins, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Deepchord, Sandy B, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.

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)