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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.

All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nik Kershaw, Urselle, Fort Wilson Riot, Silicon Teens, Gabor Szabo, EPMD, Anakelly, The Smiths, Oppenheimer Analysis, Mantronix, Goldenarms, Roger Hodgson, Sly & The Family Stone, Roy Ayers, Jesper Dahlback, Mo-Dettes, Model 500, Prince Buster, The Offenders, The Misunderstood, Barclay James Harvest, Moebius, Thompson Twins, Janne Schatter, Faust, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Angry Samoans, Oblivians, The Moleskins, Ash Ra Tempel, The Buckinghams, Gang Green, Kenny Larkin, X-Ray Spex, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Avey Tare, Marmalade, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Flipper, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Monks, Khruangbin, The Happenings, Man Parrish, New Order, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, DJ Style, Ajijia Myrayebe, Animal Collective, F. McDonald, Bobby Sherman, Pierre Henry, The Fortunes, Scan 7, Cymande, David McCallum, the Swans, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Spandau Ballet, Laurel Aitken, Anthony Braxton, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.

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)