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 Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.

All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Chrome, The Pop Group, a-ha, Silicon Teens, Popol Vuh, Visage, Unwound, Lalo Schifrin, Swans, Throbbing Gristle, Surgeon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Toni Rubio, Maurizio, Hasil Adkins, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Drexciya, Delta 5, David Bowie, The Monochrome Set, Bluetip, Negative Approach, Archie Shepp, Lebanon Hanover, The Young Rascals, The Mighty Diamonds, Duran Duran, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Leaves, Grey Daturas, This Heat, the Swans, Cheater Slicks, Selector Dub Narcotic, Anthony Braxton, Scott Walker, Bobby Womack, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Cure, Matthew Bourne, The Smiths, Lucky Dragons, Johnny Osbourne, Sun Ra Arkestra, Junior Murvin, Laurel Aitken, Danielle Patucci, the Human League, Babytalk, Glambeats Corp., Theoretical Girls, Gil Scott Heron, A Certain Ratio, Erasure, Animal Collective, the Slits, Eric Copeland, Lonnie Liston Smith, Avey Tare, Pantaleimon, The Last Poets, Kings Of Tomorrow, Black Moon, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.

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)