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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.