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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.

All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

June Days, The Kinks, The Fugs, Shoche, A Flock of Seagulls, Camberwell Now, The Index, The Fuzztones, The Durutti Column, Marc Almond, Liliput, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Magma, The Happenings, Black Bananas, The Barracudas, Circle Jerks, Junior Murvin, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Nik Kershaw, Nirvana, Roxy Music, Rhythm & Sound, Faraquet, Dual Sessions, Lalo Schifrin, Scion, Agitation Free, Rites of Spring, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Television, Bronski Beat, James Chance & The Contortions, Ajijia Myrayebe, Robert Wyatt, Nick Fraelich, Malaria!, Nils Olav, Warsaw, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Wake, the Soft Cell, The Move, Reuben Wilson, The Residents, The Evens, Young Marble Giants, Can, Isaac Hayes, the Bar-Kays, Half Japanese, Buzzcocks, Maleditus Sound, PIL, Patti Smith, Ossler, Fatback Band, Sarah Menescal, Spoonie Gee, Byron Stingily, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.

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)