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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.