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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Alton Ellis, Gregory Isaacs, Erykah Badu, Lightning Bolt, Freddie Wadling, Massinfluence, Aloha Tigers, Technova, UT, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Kenny Larkin, Black Flag, Sound Behaviour, Scratch Acid, The Pretty Things, Johnny Osbourne, Public Image Ltd., Janne Schatter, Slave, Altered Images, Maleditus Sound, In Retrospect, Soulsonic Force, Kaleidoscope, Albert Ayler, K-Klass, Ultramagnetic MC's, Eve St. Jones, Desert Stars, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Derrick Morgan, Radiopuhelimet, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Man Parrish, Nick Fraelich, Brick, Terry Callier, Das Ding, Second Layer, Half Japanese, Nation of Ulysses, Whodini, Negative Approach, The New Christs, Roxette, Robert Görl, Steve Hackett, Ornette Coleman, Average White Band, Robert Hood, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Goldenarms, Sugar Minott, Panda Bear, Warren Ellis, The Star Department, Charles Mingus, Q65, The Gun Club, Neu!, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.

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)