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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.

All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Velvet Underground, John Cale, Goldenarms, The Five Americans, The Knickerbockers, Anthony Braxton, Marine Girls, Siglo XX, Arcadia, Nirvana, a-ha, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Banda Bassotti, Roy Ayers, Prince Buster, The Dave Clark Five, cv313, Jerry's Kids, Stockholm Monsters, Organ, Sun Ra, Smog, the Sonics, The Buckinghams, Erasure, Joyce Sims, Lou Reed & Metallica, Basic Channel, Harmonia, Buzzcocks, Anakelly, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Mars, Absolute Body Control, Ten City, Audionom, The Associates, Soft Machine, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Jerry Gold Smith, Max Romeo, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sonic Youth, Tom Boy, Country Teasers, The Remains, Sonny Sharrock, Television Personalities, Sandy B, Crash Course in Science, T.S.O.L., Reagan Youth, Oblivians, Rhythm & Sound, LL Cool J, Bobby Sherman, Juan Atkins, Nick Fraelich, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Index, Skriet, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.

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)