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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.