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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.