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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.