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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arcadia, Todd Terry, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Fear, The Happenings, New Age Steppers, Desert Stars, Popol Vuh, Lonnie Liston Smith, Fort Wilson Riot, Pulsallama, Tubeway Army, Lee Hazlewood, Aloha Tigers, Mandrill, John Foxx, Camouflage, Scion, Mary Jane Girls, Monks, Bobby Sherman, The Mummies, Kevin Saunderson, Amon Düül, The Offenders, Drive Like Jehu, Morten Harket, Thompson Twins, The Martian, Yusef Lateef, The Royal Family And The Poor, Kool Moe Dee, Bill Near, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Mars, Soulsonic Force, The Fire Engines, the Normal, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, H. Thieme, The Barracudas, David McCallum, Joyce Sims, Nils Olav, Curtis Mayfield, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Wake, Scan 7, Eric Copeland, Franke, Ken Boothe, Depeche Mode, Pierre Henry, The Gladiators, The Music Machine, Ludus, Joy Division, Jimmy McGriff, Scientists, Japan, Porter Ricks, Lucky Dragons, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.

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)