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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Peter & Gordon, Angry Samoans, Organ, X-Ray Spex, The J.B.'s, Arcadia, Half Japanese, Ralphi Rosario, Minor Threat, Fifty Foot Hose, The Slackers, Main Source, Isaac Hayes, Flamin' Groovies, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Brothers Johnson, The Gun Club, Masters at Work, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Bush Tetras, Massinfluence, Brick, The Litter, Henry Cow, Radio Birdman, The Sound, David Bowie, Skarface, Agent Orange, Terrestrial Tones, The Modern Lovers, The Techniques, The Human League, Colin Newman, China Crisis, Deepchord, Sonic Youth, the Germs, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Howard Jones, Alton Ellis, The Move, E-Dancer, Cybotron, Soulsonic Force, The Count Five, Suburban Knight, Nirvana, Motorama, Kerrie Biddell, Eurythmics, the Slits, Joensuu 1685, Throbbing Gristle, Tears for Fears, Chris Corsano, David McCallum, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Eric B and Rakim, Roger Hodgson, New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.

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)