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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
New Order,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.