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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.

All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rufus Thomas, Barclay James Harvest, Little Man, Scan 7, Ossler, The Dave Clark Five, The Cosmic Jokers, Lou Christie, Carl Craig, The Birthday Party, The Techniques, Johnny Clarke, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Wings, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Ituana, Radio Birdman, Marine Girls, Bobbi Humphrey, Judy Mowatt, ABC, Model 500, Index, MC5, Masters at Work, The Selecter, Yellowson, T.S.O.L., Underground Resistance, The Royal Family And The Poor, Sonic Youth, Blancmange, Laurel Aitken, The Angels of Light, June Days, Pylon, Porter Ricks, The Moody Blues, Cybotron, Lou Reed, Mad Mike, Pulsallama, Sexual Harrassment, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Lyres, Bob Dylan, Adolescents, FM Einheit, Alton Ellis, Ornette Coleman, Althea and Donna, Unrelated Segments, Avey Tare, Grey Daturas, DeepChord presents Echospace, Frankie Knuckles, The Buckinghams, Pharoah Sanders, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.

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)