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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.

All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roy Ayers, Lungfish, Pulsallama, Minutemen, Electric Prunes, The Dirtbombs, Metal Thangz, Todd Rundgren, Tim Buckley, Half Japanese, Rhythm & Sound, Pere Ubu, Swans, Eric B and Rakim, Flash Fearless, Shoche, Ultravox, Hardrive, Josef K, Panda Bear, Junior Murvin, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Leonard Cohen, Piero Umiliani, Lee Hazlewood, Royal Trux, Scientists, James Chance & The Contortions, Wally Richardson, Jeru the Damaja, Cal Tjader, The Modern Lovers, Gichy Dan, Country Teasers, New Age Steppers, Althea and Donna, KRS-One, Chrome, Index, Girls At Our Best!, Soulsonic Force, The Victims, June of 44, Pet Shop Boys, Rotary Connection, John Holt, Mantronix, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The American Breed, LL Cool J, DJ Sneak, Janne Schatter, Brothers Johnson, Robert Wyatt, Black Pus, The Golliwogs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Drive Like Jehu, These Immortal Souls, Fear, Reagan Youth, Morten Harket, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.

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)