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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.

All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mo-Dettes, Fort Wilson Riot, Marmalade, Ornette Coleman, Royal Trux, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, the Germs, The Golliwogs, Bobby Hutcherson, Black Sheep, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Moody Blues, Anthony Braxton, Ten City, Dual Sessions, Roxy Music, Icehouse, Trumans Water, Judy Mowatt, Neu!, Louis and Bebe Barron, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Harmonia, Alison Limerick, Lyres, Kerrie Biddell, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Ultra Naté, Fifty Foot Hose, Chris & Cosey, The Misunderstood, Underground Resistance, The Buckinghams, Von Mondo, Marshall Jefferson, Fugazi, Schoolly D, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Electric Prunes, Carl Craig, Youth Brigade, Donald Byrd, Terrestrial Tones, Liliput, Malaria!, Negative Approach, Silicon Teens, Liaisons Dangereuses, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Stockholm Monsters, The Victims, DeepChord presents Echospace, Altered Images, Heavy D & The Boyz, cv313, Vladislav Delay, Kayak, Skarface, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, MDC, Scratch Acid, Eric B and Rakim, Bobby Sherman, Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.

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)