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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.

All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Organ, CMW, Beasts of Bourbon, Amon Düül, The Neon Judgement, Sällskapet, Nico, The American Breed, Neil Young, Unwound, The Last Poets, The Grass Roots, Marcia Griffiths, The Buckinghams, Supertramp, Royal Trux, Lou Reed & John Cale, Prince Buster, June of 44, Cymande, Arab on Radar, Lalo Schifrin, Hashim, Marine Girls, the Germs, The Saints, Lindisfarne, Robert Wyatt, Public Image Ltd., Ultra Naté, Agent Orange, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Black Moon, Boz Scaggs, Bobby Byrd, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Golliwogs, Kevin Saunderson, Absolute Body Control, Soul II Soul, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Eden Ahbez, The Knickerbockers, Soul Sonic Force, Reuben Wilson, Banda Bassotti, Suicide, Hardrive, Bootsy Collins, The Human League, Wings, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Gang Starr, Gang Green, Jeru the Damaja, Davy DMX, Quadrant, James White and The Blacks, Quantec, The Index, Radio Birdman, Rod Modell, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.

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)