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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.

All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gerry Rafferty, Japan, Wasted Youth, Ossler, Chrome, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Pagans, Alton Ellis, Kaleidoscope, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Mad Mike, The Saints, Fad Gadget, Barrington Levy, Zero Boys, Jerry Gold Smith, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Young Marble Giants, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Half Japanese, Rakim, Oppenheimer Analysis, Neil Young, Lebanon Hanover, Rotary Connection, Joensuu 1685, Thee Headcoats, Kayak, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Eden Ahbez, Yellowson, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Pole, Roxy Music, Oneida, Bill Wells, Joe Finger, Blossom Toes, June of 44, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Rekid, Dorothy Ashby, The Detroit Cobras, The Standells, Black Flag, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Joe Smooth, Gichy Dan, Archie Shepp, Nik Kershaw, Laurel Aitken, The Slits, Bizarre Inc., Sly & The Family Stone, Dave Gahan, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Remains, The Alarm Clocks, Arthur Verocai, Letta Mbulu, Lakeside, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.

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)