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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.

All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Delta 5, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Toasters, Young Marble Giants, Desert Stars, Y Pants, Kings Of Tomorrow, Matthew Halsall, Idris Muhammad, Pet Shop Boys, The Walker Brothers, Dorothy Ashby, Fad Gadget, Roxy Music, Ronan, Roxette, The Pretty Things, Trumans Water, Simply Red, Michelle Simonal, Porter Ricks, Nico, Thee Headcoats, Lou Reed & John Cale, Ralphi Rosario, The Mighty Diamonds, Spoonie Gee, Wally Richardson, Gang Starr, Smog, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Golliwogs, China Crisis, Mr. Review, Sun Ra Arkestra, MDC, Metal Thangz, Henry Cow, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lalann, Aaron Thompson, Masters at Work, Deadbeat, CMW, The Moleskins, H. Thieme, Monolake, Josef K, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Lou Reed & Metallica, Mars, Electric Light Orchestra, Johnny Osbourne, Alphaville, Eric B and Rakim, One Last Wish, The Techniques, Girls At Our Best!, The Royal Family And The Poor, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)