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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.