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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
DNA,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.