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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.

All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Grauzone, Deepchord, Oblivians, The Happenings, Letta Mbulu, Little Man, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Curtis Mayfield, Graham Central Station, Mad Mike, Rapeman, The Cosmic Jokers, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Reuben Wilson, The Modern Lovers, Crispy Ambulance, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Dirtbombs, Ponytail, Ultravox, The Move, Quando Quango, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Funkadelic, The Associates, The Litter, Junior Murvin, Josef K, Pere Ubu, Lou Reed & Metallica, Bobby Womack, Masters at Work, Brass Construction, E-Dancer, R.M.O., The Moody Blues, Young Marble Giants, the Fania All-Stars, F. McDonald, OOIOO, Chrome, Bush Tetras, Hashim, Aswad, T.S.O.L., Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Roger Hodgson, Crispian St. Peters, Johnny Clarke, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Pylon, Wally Richardson, Gerry Rafferty, Urselle, Mark Hollis, The Pretty Things, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Blossom Toes, The Blues Magoos, Magma, The Blackbyrds, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.

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)