Bob Dylan - Modern Times

I'm not sure I'm buying into this whole Bob Dylan renaissance that, supposedly, started with Time Out Of Mind, the first in the trilogy that Modern Times brings to a close (Love & Theft being the piggy in the middle).
Time Out Of Mind was more than good and, for me, it brought to mind his last truly great album Blood On The Tracks, such was Dylan's willingness to actually reveal something about himself.
But Modern Times? For starters, I don't wanna know that this old man spends his downtime thinking about Alicia Keys (on the 12-bar opener, Thunder On The Mountain). For seconds, why doesn't Bobby give a shit about the music? Once again, it sounds like he's accompanied by a lacklustre bunch of musical journeymen, that he's standing in front of them, tapping his feet and shouting out what key he'd like them to play in, before heading to the booth to knob twiddle his vocals right out of the mix.
And, thirdly, it's time to admit that we're never going to get another Blonde On Blonde, Highway 61 Revisited or Bringing It All Back Home. Yes, his greatest days are long behind him. And it's no use saying "he's back". Because he isn't; he's been, he's gone, he's conquered and he's got nothing left to say. I want another Don't Think Twice, Zimmerman will dribble out the tepid Spirit On The Water, I desire Desolation Row, what I get is the throwaway Rollin' And Tumblin', I'd enjoy something on a par with Just Like A Woman, but Workingman's Blues 2 stutters out of the speakers.
A good Dylan album - which this is - is a disappointment. We want him back, but we can't have him back cos that was then and this is now, and the times, like Bob, have changed.