1998 - 2019

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 Long Island and from Northern Virginia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1993. 
I was there in the Marvin Center ballroom for the Sweet Sixteen with George Michael reporting live.
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 GW basketball team from 1997 to 2005.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madison and Guthridge.
I'm losing my edge to the Whole Foods shoppers 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 1995 at the first upset of a #1 in Smith Center history.
I was staking-out a top row bleacher seat with much patience.
I was there when Mike King hit two free throws with no time left on the clock.
I yelled, "Don't miss. You'll never play again."
I was there.
I was the first guy calling for starter's minutes for a freshmen-year Chris Monroe.
I was in the old gold seats.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

I used to run a good message board. 
I knew everything before anyone.
I was there when Karl Hobbs leaked his own firing.
I was there when Wilmore air-balled the shot heard around Foggy Bottom.
I woke up happy in Greensboro in 2006.

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 VHS compilation of every good GW dunk ever done by anybody.
Every great throw-down by Dirk Surles. All the Omar Williams facials.
All the Pinnock highlight reels. I heard you have a DVD of every block Yinka Dare did.
I heard that you have a bootleg of every seminal Kwame Evans three-pointer made against New Mexico State, UMass, Maryland,Virginia Tech.
I heard that you have compilation of every good Rogers pull-up jumper and another of all his steals from 1998.

I hear you're taking graduate transfers and international players and are throwing your defensive game-plan out the window because you want to make a winner. You want to have Gonzaga's record.

I hear that you and your team have sold your souls to AAU and purchased some top-100 recruits. 
I hear that you and your team have cut ties with AAU teams and deal only with high school coaches.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my roster? 
Darrio Scott, Valery Khamenia, Lafonte Johnson, Andrei Sviridov, Matija Debevec, Darnell Miller, Adama Kah, Rene Harry, Ricky Lucas, Kinte Smith, Anthony Wise, Lewie Helton, Mark Lund, Rodney Patterson, Jaason Smith, Daymon Warren, Jaz Cowan, Marquin Chandler, Daniel Soares, Daniel Soares, Daniel Soares, Daniel Soares

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.