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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.

All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Cowsills, Ponytail, Minor Threat, Reuben Wilson, Rites of Spring, Soul Sonic Force, London Community Gospel Choir, Morten Harket, Jeff Mills, New Age Steppers, Marine Girls, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Deakin, The Velvet Underground, LL Cool J, Altered Images, Easy Going, Archie Shepp, Fifty Foot Hose, Peter & Gordon, Godley & Creme, The Monks, Dorothy Ashby, Lyres, Wings, Dual Sessions, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Gichy Dan, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Funkadelic, Flipper, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Tremeloes, Sonny Sharrock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Thee Headcoats, The Kinks, CMW, The Leaves, Sly & The Family Stone, Lonnie Liston Smith, Minutemen, The Happenings, The American Breed, The Remains, Jandek, Supertramp, the Soft Cell, Tears for Fears, Little Man, Moss Icon, Sun City Girls, Fela Kuti, 48th St. Collective, Eden Ahbez, Kool Moe Dee, The Offenders, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Theoretical Girls, The Chocolate Watch Band, Louis and Bebe Barron, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)