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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.