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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.

All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Byron Stingily, Unwound, Cybotron, The Velvet Underground, Blake Baxter, Stiv Bators, Mo-Dettes, Deepchord, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Godley & Creme, The Standells, The Happenings, OOIOO, Lebanon Hanover, Bill Wells, Cheater Slicks, Ultravox, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Index, Brass Construction, Organ, Essential Logic, Gang Green, Model 500, Jesper Dahlback, Supertramp, DJ Style, The Fire Engines, Los Fastidios, Niagra, the Germs, Panda Bear, Wire, Ornette Coleman, Chris & Cosey, Pharoah Sanders, The Doobie Brothers, Quantec, Bang On A Can, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Move, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Bootsy Collins, The Victims, The Cramps, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Neil Young, Basic Channel, Dual Sessions, Kenny Larkin, Faust, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Agitation Free, Saccharine Trust, Drive Like Jehu, Von Mondo, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Japan, Howard Jones, Beasts of Bourbon, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.

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)