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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.