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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.

All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sonny Sharrock, A Flock of Seagulls, ABBA, 8 Eyed Spy, Joe Finger, Bobby Byrd, Laurel Aitken, Pagans, James White and The Blacks, Sixth Finger, Ronan, John Foxx, Franke, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Residents, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Names, Joy Division, Pulsallama, Kevin Saunderson, X-101, ABC, The Walker Brothers, Pere Ubu, Terry Callier, The Pop Group, Wally Richardson, Boz Scaggs, T.S.O.L., Erykah Badu, Steve Hackett, the Germs, Organ, Suburban Knight, Brass Construction, The Martian, Malaria!, Tears for Fears, Patti Smith, H. Thieme, Lucky Dragons, Ultramagnetic MC's, Mandrill, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, the Swans, Soft Machine, Tres Demented, Whodini, The Buckinghams, John Coltrane, Bootsy Collins, Ponytail, Brothers Johnson, Agitation Free, Darondo, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Rotary Connection, Pet Shop Boys, Glambeats Corp., Henry Cow, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.

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)