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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
the Association,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.