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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.