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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Suicide, Kas Product, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Procol Harum, Bobbi Humphrey, Swans, Jawbox, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Cosmic Jokers, The Dead C, The Happenings, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Connie Case, The Sonics, Ponytail, Skaos, Reagan Youth, Lalann, Ash Ra Tempel, Bill Wells, Depeche Mode, Deadbeat, The Residents, DeepChord presents Echospace, James White and The Blacks, Accadde A, Al Stewart, Mantronix, Eric Copeland, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Barrington Levy, The Birthday Party, World's Most, PIL, Throbbing Gristle, Jesper Dahlbäck, Flamin' Groovies, Mars, The Skatalites, The Busters, The Blues Magoos, These Immortal Souls, Von Mondo, The Vogues, The Seeds, In Retrospect, New Order, Khruangbin, Liliput, Silicon Teens, Radio Birdman, Rites of Spring, Gabor Szabo, L. Decosne, Monks, Urselle, Lee Hazlewood, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Goldenarms, Altered Images, Camberwell Now, Moss Icon, 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)