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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.

All Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pantaleimon, Stereo Dub, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bill Wells, Harpers Bizarre, Monks, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, U.S. Maple, Donny Hathaway, Sonny Sharrock, The Move, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Warsaw, Gabor Szabo, Brand Nubian, Electric Prunes, These Immortal Souls, Fad Gadget, Zapp, Donald Byrd, Fat Boys, The Invisible, The Trojans, Soul II Soul, Hoover, Kerri Chandler, Shoche, Dark Day, Robert Hood, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Funkadelic, Camouflage, China Crisis, Boz Scaggs, Minor Threat, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ronnie Foster, Yellowson, Toni Rubio, Traffic Nightmare, Soft Machine, Average White Band, Fort Wilson Riot, Mars, In Retrospect, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Avey Tare, Glenn Branca, Fear, Black Moon, Alton Ellis, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Skriet, Joensuu 1685, Brick, The Angels of Light, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.

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)