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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.

All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Cabaret Voltaire, Neu!, Soul Sonic Force, The Dirtbombs, Rakim, The Cure, Ultravox, Carl Craig, Derrick Morgan, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Pet Shop Boys, Kenny Larkin, Guru Guru, E-Dancer, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sight & Sound, The Stooges, Fort Wilson Riot, New Order, Leonard Cohen, Soft Cell, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Raincoats, Todd Terry, The Associates, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Con Funk Shun, The Mummies, Nico, The Wake, Scrapy, The Seeds, Von Mondo, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, DJ Style, Groovy Waters, Absolute Body Control, Yazoo, The Cramps, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Symarip, Jesper Dahlback, Gregory Isaacs, UT, Lindisfarne, Black Sheep, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Popol Vuh, Sonic Youth, Todd Rundgren, Buzzcocks, Delon & Dalcan, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Public Enemy, Black Pus, Black Moon, Bronski Beat, Cymande, Gian Franco Pienzio, Iggy Pop, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.

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)