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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ludus, Matthew Halsall, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Terry Callier, Ronan, Black Moon, Joe Finger, Soul II Soul, Mary Jane Girls, The Fugs, Charles Mingus, The Tremeloes, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Franke, Reuben Wilson, Peter & Gordon, The Beau Brummels, Letta Mbulu, Rotary Connection, Bill Wells, This Heat, Brick, Ken Boothe, Eddi Front, Kurtis Blow, Radio Birdman, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Main Source, John Lydon, Loose Ends, Lee Hazlewood, Q65, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Animal Collective, CMW, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Smoke, The Count Five, Von Mondo, Sparks, Ralphi Rosario, Deadbeat, the Slits, Neil Young, MC5, The Techniques, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Thee Headcoats, Crime, Wally Richardson, Jawbox, Pet Shop Boys, Dual Sessions, Aaron Thompson, Blancmange, Cybotron, Mad Mike, Laurel Aitken, Mr. Review, Todd Rundgren, DeepChord presents Echospace, Hashim, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.

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)