The anti-folk music Beck came along around in nineteen ninety-three with ‘Loser’. I’ve always enjoyed its self-deprecatory sense of humor on display and a style I found laconic. I later learned – probably through Sarah and Vinnie on the radio – that this song’s lyrics arose when he was attempting to perform, and failed to get and keep the audience’s attention. “I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me?” Beyond that, I found the song’s words and tone reflected disgust about our consumer world and its hypocrisy.
That spoke to me.
Michael Seidel, writer 
You don’t hear much about him these days. Even all the intellectual and inverse snobs look at me like I’ve stepped in dog turd if I quote him.
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I know. Singing this to myself yesterday, I wondered what he was up to. But many didn’t like his music. Several people in my office disparaged it because they disliked his politics.
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Always liked this line: “And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite/Who’s chokin’ on the splinters” (That’s the only part of the song I can quote from memory alone, although I know the rest when I hear it.)
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Yes, and I enjoy his delivery of it, that dry end of the statement, “chokin’ on the splinters.” I love that line, too.
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