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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.

All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Parry Music, Glambeats Corp., E-Dancer, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Tim Buckley, The Remains, Ludus, Moby Grape, Maleditus Sound, Infiniti, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Alison Limerick, Deepchord, The Durutti Column, Junior Murvin, Joensuu 1685, Make Up, The Misunderstood, Lightning Bolt, Ultravox, MC5, Maurizio, Camberwell Now, Kenny Larkin, The Stooges, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Eurythmics, The Five Americans, Josef K, Cabaret Voltaire, The Mojo Men, Susan Cadogan, Fort Wilson Riot, Siglo XX, Flamin' Groovies, Pharoah Sanders, 10cc, Los Fastidios, The Fugs, Black Flag, The Happenings, Amazonics, Animal Collective, Lucky Dragons, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Velvet Underground, Lower 48, Magazine, Girls At Our Best!, David Axelrod, Niagra, Cheater Slicks, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Yusef Lateef, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Index, DJ Style, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Golliwogs, The Raincoats, Crispian St. Peters, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.

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)