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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Names,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.