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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Quantec, Wings, Moby Grape, Todd Terry, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Essential Logic, Eric Dolphy, Suburban Knight, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The J.B.'s, Eli Mardock, Andrew Hill, New Order, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Stooges, Electric Prunes, PIL, Ossler, Porter Ricks, Spandau Ballet, Erasure, Soul Sonic Force, The Mummies, Popol Vuh, Rotary Connection, Japan, Depeche Mode, Matthew Halsall, Slave, Index, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Sex Pistols, Rekid, The Last Poets, Kerri Chandler, Cameo, Ultramagnetic MC's, Das Ding, Joensuu 1685, Mantronix, Chris & Cosey, L. Decosne, E-Dancer, Mars, Frankie Knuckles, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Archie Shepp, James White and The Blacks, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Brothers Johnson, The Tremeloes, Guru Guru, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Lakeside, Stiv Bators, Audionom, The Doors, The Shadows of Knight, Q and Not U, Josef K, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.

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)