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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.