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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.

All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drexciya, Echo & the Bunnymen, Niagra, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Music Machine, New Order, Electric Light Orchestra, Ajijia Myrayebe, Derrick May, Brothers Johnson, Kerri Chandler, Gastr Del Sol, Qualms, Ludus, Neil Young, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Public Enemy, The Gladiators, Japan, Jesper Dahlbäck, Lee Hazlewood, Rosa Yemen, Robert Görl, Bootsy Collins, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Con Funk Shun, Isaac Hayes, Patti Smith, A Certain Ratio, Tomorrow, Gregory Isaacs, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, John Lydon, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Newcleus, Gang Gang Dance, Jawbox, Sällskapet, The Doobie Brothers, Mandrill, Lou Reed & Metallica, Sonny Sharrock, James White and The Blacks, UT, Cymande, David Bowie, Harpers Bizarre, the Normal, Johnny Osbourne, Marine Girls, Pylon, June of 44, Don Cherry, Harmonia, The Young Rascals, Glambeats Corp., John Coltrane, PIL, Thompson Twins, The Gories, Wasted Youth, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.

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)