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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.

All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sandy B, Amon Düül II, Pere Ubu, Wally Richardson, Chris & Cosey, Juan Atkins, Half Japanese, Mantronix, Whodini, Monks, Alice Coltrane, The Motions, Camouflage, The Chocolate Watch Band, Gabor Szabo, Q and Not U, Ultravox, Newcleus, Susan Cadogan, Public Image Ltd., Malaria!, Erasure, Sister Nancy, Tim Buckley, Eden Ahbez, Byron Stingily, Scientists, Scrapy, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Sixth Finger, The Associates, Mary Jane Girls, The Human League, E-Dancer, Joyce Sims, The Residents, The Remains, Grandmaster Flash, Skaos, The Gladiators, The Slits, Grey Daturas, Althea and Donna, Alison Limerick, the Bar-Kays, Amon Düül, Minutemen, Man Eating Sloth, Lou Christie, EPMD, The J.B.'s, Anthony Braxton, DNA, Lou Reed & Metallica, Pantytec, Mad Mike, Robert Hood, Iggy Pop, Mars, Soul II Soul, Fear, Slave, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.

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)