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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.

All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amazonics, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, David Axelrod, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Gun Club, Juan Atkins, Eddi Front, Morten Harket, Curtis Mayfield, Mandrill, Skaos, A Certain Ratio, Public Image Ltd., Monolake, The Fire Engines, Lou Reed & Metallica, Youth Brigade, Archie Shepp, Junior Murvin, PIL, The Dirtbombs, UT, Darondo, Black Sheep, The Blues Magoos, Pulsallama, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Fad Gadget, Altered Images, KRS-One, The Cure, Rod Modell, CMW, Rotary Connection, Eric Dolphy, DJ Style, Black Moon, Soft Cell, Oblivians, The Fall, Electric Prunes, The Mummies, The Techniques, Sunsets and Hearts, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Piero Umiliani, The Shadows of Knight, Gerry Rafferty, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lalann, Fear, The Evens, The Birthday Party, The Happenings, Jacob Miller, Lower 48, Bobby Byrd, Harmonia, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.

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)