Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
DNA,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.