Lyric Context Universe
january
1962
he awoke in a cold sweat
january
1962
he awoke in a cold sweat
long may you run
well it was back in blind river in 1962
when i last saw you alive
long may you run
well it was back in blind river in 1962
when i last saw you alive
kept some letters by his bed
dated 1962
he had underlined in red
kept some letters by his bed
dated 1962
he had underlined in red
he was looked up to with fond regard
but in 1962 the needle made its big debut
and everybody forgot what it outgrew
he was looked up to with fond regard
but in 1962 the needle made its big debut
and everybody forgot what it outgrew
pomus/shuman
1962
and he never could be one of those happy cripples
pomus/shuman
1962
and he never could be one of those happy cripples
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 france and from london. but i was there. i was there in 1968. i was there at the first can show in cologne. 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 1962 to 1978. i'm losing my edge. to all the kids in tokyo and berlin. i'm losing my edge to the art-school brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties. but i'm losing my edge. i'm losing my edge
but i was there. i was there. but i was there. 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 1974 at the first suicide practices in a loft in new york city. i was working on the organ sounds with much patience. i was there when captain beefheart started up his first band. i told him
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 france and from london. but i was there. i was there in 1968. i was there at the first can show in cologne. 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 1962 to 1978. i'm losing my edge. to all the kids in tokyo and berlin. i'm losing my edge to the art-school brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties. but i'm losing my edge. i'm losing my edge
but i was there. i was there. but i was there. 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 1974 at the first suicide practices in a loft in new york city. i was working on the organ sounds with much patience. i was there when captain beefheart started up his first band. i told him
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i was brought in this world 1962
i didn't have much choice you see. but by the time i was eight
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i was brought in this world 1962
i didn't have much choice you see. but by the time i was eight
how far off i sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
how far off i sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
how far off i sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
how far off i sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
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grandpa met grandma back in 1962
he's still got that picture of them in that car blue
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grandpa met grandma back in 1962
he's still got that picture of them in that car blue
i bought from j.c. penney's
back in 1962
but i've got somethin' to brag about
i bought from j.c. penney's
back in 1962
but i've got somethin' to brag about