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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.

All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Happenings, The Motions, Quando Quango, The Sound, Ronnie Foster, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Pagans, Byron Stingily, Davy DMX, Chris Corsano, The Mummies, Tom Boy, Cecil Taylor, Soulsonic Force, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gregory Isaacs, Animal Collective, UT, Arab on Radar, Junior Murvin, Loose Ends, The Stooges, Ash Ra Tempel, Con Funk Shun, Bootsy Collins, The Invisible, E-Dancer, The Fall, John Lydon, Ten City, Zapp, Cameo, Fugazi, Black Flag, Bobby Byrd, James White and The Blacks, Sandy B, Grauzone, Second Layer, Adolescents, Sun Ra Arkestra, Yusef Lateef, Eurythmics, Todd Rundgren, Cymande, Supertramp, Dave Gahan, The Buckinghams, Motorama, Eve St. Jones, X-102, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Marcia Griffiths, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Pet Shop Boys, Lungfish, David Axelrod, Tears for Fears, Clear Light, Blake Baxter, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Parry Music, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.

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)