One oppressively hot day in 1981, Wayne and I were practicing in my room at my parent’s house. Practices that began well-intentioned would often evolve into silliness and fits of uncontrollable laughter. This particular day, it was too hot for silliness. Instead, we stagnated; uninspired, in a sweltering lethargy. Cut into the stillness, was the dedicated rattle of a room fan—with the brand-name, “Edison” printed on its base. The appliance did little to cool us off, but instead, provided the title of this song. In the end, the song affixed itself to Crayon’s second record which never saw the light of the refrigerator.