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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.

All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, The Moleskins, Dark Day, Piero Umiliani, Eric B and Rakim, Susan Cadogan, Monks, Sandy B, Faraquet, Qualms, Public Image Ltd., Radio Birdman, Blossom Toes, Godley & Creme, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Index, Jesper Dahlback, The Grass Roots, Flash Fearless, Ituana, Pharoah Sanders, EPMD, Avey Tare, Rhythm & Sound, The Flesh Eaters, The Human League, Sällskapet, Robert Hood, Los Fastidios, Boz Scaggs, Boogie Down Productions, Amon Düül II, Clear Light, Yellowson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Radiopuhelimet, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, the Sonics, Hashim, Ponytail, Joe Smooth, the Germs, John Holt, Eric Dolphy, Kerrie Biddell, The Motions, Lindisfarne, Rites of Spring, Crispian St. Peters, Agent Orange, Bob Dylan, The Young Rascals, The Doobie Brothers, Skriet, Donny Hathaway, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Raincoats, Livin' Joy, Danielle Patucci, Black Moon, Heaven 17, R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..

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)