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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.