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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.

All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Qualms, Marcia Griffiths, Kerrie Biddell, The Invisible, Hardrive, Young Marble Giants, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Country Joe & The Fish, The Golliwogs, DNA, Youth Brigade, Brick, Janne Schatter, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sun City Girls, Dennis Brown, The Fuzztones, Roger Hodgson, Judy Mowatt, Brass Construction, Monolake, Masters at Work, Malaria!, The Kinks, Albert Ayler, Tears for Fears, Matthew Bourne, Bizarre Inc., Mars, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Toni Rubio, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Hashim, Freddie Wadling, Kas Product, Marshall Jefferson, Vainqueur, Tomorrow, Ultravox, Angry Samoans, the Association, Warren Ellis, Amon Düül II, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Au Pairs, Marine Girls, Godley & Creme, Electric Light Orchestra, Subhumans, Peter & Gordon, The Fall, Little Man, the Normal, The Gories, Saccharine Trust, Fluxion, Rotary Connection, This Heat, Panda Bear, Japan, Al Stewart, Whodini, Gil Scott Heron, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.

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)