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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.