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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Wire,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.