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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.

All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Silicon Teens, Arab on Radar, Bizarre Inc., Pantytec, Blancmange, DeepChord presents Echospace, Organ, The Cramps, Eric Copeland, Marmalade, The Royal Family And The Poor, Althea and Donna, Warsaw, Bush Tetras, the Sonics, Patti Smith, Circle Jerks, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, A Certain Ratio, Sly & The Family Stone, Rekid, Echo & the Bunnymen, Byron Stingily, Sam Rivers, Kas Product, Flamin' Groovies, Parry Music, Average White Band, Derrick Morgan, Rakim, Marc Almond, Yaz, Grey Daturas, Black Sheep, The Shadows of Knight, X-101, The Skatalites, James Chance & The Contortions, Qualms, John Foxx, Selector Dub Narcotic, Sarah Menescal, Bob Dylan, Iggy Pop, Sad Lovers and Giants, Junior Murvin, Lou Reed, Liaisons Dangereuses, Joensuu 1685, Mad Mike, Mission of Burma, Ohio Players, Tomorrow, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Maurizio, Banda Bassotti, Chris & Cosey, Unrelated Segments, Japan, Jeff Lynne, The Gap Band, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.

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)