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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.