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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.