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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.

All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Evens, Crime, Porter Ricks, Marc Almond, Junior Murvin, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Electric Light Orchestra, Bush Tetras, Buzzcocks, Lakeside, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Graham Central Station, The Moleskins, Delta 5, Ultramagnetic MC's, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Depeche Mode, The Invisible, the Normal, The Human League, Gang Gang Dance, Derrick May, Joey Negro, One Last Wish, the Human League, Arthur Verocai, James Chance & The Contortions, Morten Harket, Sugar Minott, Jacques Brel, Scientists, Liliput, Underground Resistance, Hot Snakes, Moss Icon, Suburban Knight, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Gil Scott Heron, Rhythm & Sound, Lou Reed & Metallica, Tropical Tobacco, Pierre Henry, Amon Düül, Funkadelic, Todd Rundgren, The Divine Comedy, The Mojo Men, F. McDonald, Banda Bassotti, 10cc, Leonard Cohen, Vainqueur, Clear Light, The Durutti Column, Larry & the Blue Notes, Derrick Morgan, Drexciya, Black Sheep, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)