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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.

All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fluxion, The Index, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Vogues, Flash Fearless, Television, Chris & Cosey, The Birthday Party, Dawn Penn, Blake Baxter, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Dave Gahan, Gichy Dan, Half Japanese, Fear, Au Pairs, The Sound, Colin Newman, Gerry Rafferty, Aloha Tigers, Essential Logic, Sister Nancy, Louis and Bebe Barron, Morten Harket, Bad Manners, Basic Channel, Traffic Nightmare, Lower 48, Tropical Tobacco, Rufus Thomas, Rosa Yemen, Howard Jones, The Star Department, Grauzone, The Count Five, Cheater Slicks, Stereo Dub, Tomorrow, Harry Pussy, Sparks, Excepter, The Litter, Cal Tjader, Wolf Eyes, Glambeats Corp., Barclay James Harvest, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lonnie Liston Smith, Eric Dolphy, Maurizio, Donald Byrd, The Young Rascals, Al Stewart, Symarip, Gabor Szabo, Nik Kershaw, Fat Boys, Albert Ayler, Nas, The Cure, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.

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)