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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.