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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.

All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

EPMD, The Techniques, Quando Quango, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Grey Daturas, Alphaville, Deakin, Harpers Bizarre, Mars, Cecil Taylor, Q65, Camberwell Now, Marine Girls, Carl Craig, Drexciya, Skarface, Cheater Slicks, Wasted Youth, Eden Ahbez, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Peter and Kerry, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sun City Girls, Dark Day, Panda Bear, Judy Mowatt, Arab on Radar, KRS-One, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Eyeless In Gaza, Thompson Twins, Qualms, Audionom, Wire, Charles Mingus, Model 500, Pharoah Sanders, Cymande, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Pantaleimon, Scientists, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Ken Boothe, The Stooges, The Flesh Eaters, Beasts of Bourbon, Josef K, Deepchord, DJ Style, Cybotron, Susan Cadogan, The Slits, Lou Christie, Joy Division, Isaac Hayes, Radiohead, The Dave Clark Five, Sun Ra, The New Christs, Easy Going, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.

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)