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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.

All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

8 Eyed Spy, Joe Finger, Jeff Lynne, Jesper Dahlback, Lee Hazlewood, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Wings, Matthew Halsall, Bauhaus, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Misunderstood, Television Personalities, The J.B.'s, Funky Four + One, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Y Pants, Babytalk, Hot Snakes, 48th St. Collective, Country Joe & The Fish, The Buckinghams, The Searchers, Man Eating Sloth, Terry Callier, Sex Pistols, The Gun Club, Mad Mike, Arab on Radar, the Fania All-Stars, Nas, Fugazi, Jacob Miller, Yellowson, Scrapy, Eli Mardock, Duran Duran, Lungfish, Robert Wyatt, The Offenders, Flipper, the Bar-Kays, Blossom Toes, Grauzone, Pulsallama, kango's stein massive, Pharoah Sanders, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bobby Byrd, Nation of Ulysses, Maurizio, Electric Light Orchestra, Inner City, E-Dancer, Yazoo, Q and Not U, Toni Rubio, Mr. Review, Masters at Work, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.

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)