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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.