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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.