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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.